The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1887-11-17
HER HEART DICTATED.

DOi, Sdlu N1tS.
WELL" said Joceline. languidly
looking up from the gold stork she
was embroidering on a black satin
banner; ''what of ite"
Mrs. Maddingly was a full-hedgcd
lady of fashion who believed i'll Mann
mon and all his angels. and who had
undertaken to marry off Joceline, her
niece, brilliantly.
Joceline Gray, the niece aforesaid.
was the beautiful daughter of an inn
pecunious Washington office holder,
and she did not quite know whether
she liked the business of rich-husband-
hunting or not.
She knew that she had it in her to be
q model fine lady; she liked to spend
money, and she delighted in purple
and fine linen, and she was conscious
that she could never again be satisfied
with c street boarding house and an
allowance OF twenty dollars month
for pin-money.
And here she sat at the window of
the Harbor Hotel, problem to her
self even more than to other people.
What of it?" repeated Mrs. Mad
dinghy, adjusting her lace tucker I'M
der the diamond bar that glittered like
white fire. s'Why, Sir Leonard Dart
mouth has followed you here-that is
all! Kiss me, darling, | knew You
were destined to he II success, but /
never expected yon would win title. !"
4 deep crimson linsh rose into JOce-
lines cheeks, although she strove to
look indifferent.
Sin Leonard isn't half as nice as
some of our American gentlemen,
said she, working diligently away al
the eye of the comtemplative stork.
.'But there's the title, said Mrs.
Maddingly. ''Ouiy think of it, dear
Lady Dartmouth! And the prop
erty in Wales, and the Scotch moor,
and the house in Grosvenor square,
Juceline made no reply.
She was looking thoughtfully down at
the bright blue waters OF the harbor.
with the misty walls of the Porcupine
Rocks towering up i'll the distance;
but she did not see the fiuttering sails
of the White Gull.
Her memory had gone back to the
little Maine iishing-station. where the
year before, she and her sister had
spent their uneventful summer, rock
ing in Adam ChuIch's little boat, help
ing him with his duties at the life-say-
ing station. watching the light of the
lighthouse, which streamed out upon
the mighty deep like trail of tire.
What stately handsome young fell
low Adam Church was! How unlike
yellow-faced little Sir. Leonard Dart
mouth, whom they met at Saratoga at
terwards!
Adam had asked her to be his wife
he had perceived no inequality be-
tween them-and she had laughed at
him.
II shouldn't shine as a fisherman's
wife, ADAM" she had said lightly. Il
am sorry-oh, ever so sorry!-that you
have misinterpreted me so dreadfully.
And never shall forget your kind
ness to me and Roselle!"
And so she had gone, smiling out OF
his little world into her own wider
sphere.
But there was such a thing as
Nemesis even in the career of q society
belle; and, now that time had inter-
posed its shadowy screen between the
then and the now, Joceline found her.
self for ever unconsciously comparing
Adam Church's clear-cut face and lofty
brow with Sir Leonard Dartmouth's
monkey-features and rolling yellow
| eyeballs-Adam' quiet intelligent con-
| versation with Sir Leonard's unmean-
ing calculations and vapid remarks.
And all of sudden it came to her,
| just rs she felt that the English title
was within her reach, that she did not
care straw for Sir Leonard, but that,
on the contrary, she was in love with
the young captain of the life-saving
crew at Barton Head in Maine.
She looken blankly at her aunt, who
was chattering aimlessly on about
evening-toilets, Escurial laces, blonde
| scarves-she knew not what.
sIsn't it very warm in hereP she
said at last rising hurriedly. "Where
is Roselle? Why can't we go for a
walk, down by the beach?"
''My dear child, are you crazyP
said Mrs. Maddingly. Nobody goes
out at this time of day."
| 'sThat's the very reason L want t'
| gow persisted Joceline. ''Roselle, gel
! your hat and sunshade."
..But you'll miss Sir Leonardo
! 81 shall survive that" said Joceline
with little shrue of her shoulders.
Mrs. Maddingly looked at her niess
with a sort of admiration.
"She knows" thought the veteran
| matchmaker, .'that little reserve
will only enhance her value in thi
young Englishman's eyes. | needn'
| Interfere. She understands her busi
ness better than l can teach her, th'
dsrling!
And she fell to considering what SO
cial promotion it would be when sh'
should be called the aunt of Lady Dart
mouth.
Meanwhile, the two sisters, keepin:
well out of the line of fashionable
promenade, walked down to the shore
where the tidal fringes curled softl.
up, and a saline freshness filled tn
air.
Roselle. tall school girl, watches
her elder sister with interest.
"Jo," she said, where are yo'
goiug? Why don't you stay ut tn
hotel to see Sir Leonardo
Joceline laughed.
II shall see him soon enough, Re
selle.
.'But then he's peer, Jo-remen
Der that. And he owns 4 castle i
Wales"
.'Resslle." said Joeeline with fever
ish eagerness. do you remember tia
day when Adam Church rowed us bot
out to the lighthouse, and we talke
aheAt etr tatarsaf"